"According to this account, there should be an infected person in the gym who will practice with me. Or maybe there are survivors in this building, and you can join them when the time comes. "I was thinking about it, and suddenly I looked up and saw a painting, and I smiled in my heart and took it down. There's a stalk behind the painting, and I'm not stupid enough to pull it. What if the door to the gym happens to be open, and the infected person comes out and gives me a sip?

I removed the lever and along the line I figured that it was supposed to be the gym door.

I walked up to the three doors, which led to different rooms, and found that none of them had keyholes, and they were all controlled by mechanisms.

I need to get my form up to the best before pulling it down. The iron shields that had been removed from the two ventilation ducts were tied to me with ropes. One after the other, just covering my stomach and back.

In my judgment, this infected person either uses teeth or claws. So try not to show an inch of your skin.

I started looking for something to wrap my arms and legs around again. I didn't find any good materials, though, and I found something on the third floor that worked. Some cardboard boxes covered my arms and legs. The carton can be easily punctured, but because it is very large, that is, the hands of the infected are ...... The paws will get stuck in the carton.

That is, as long as the carton is big enough, he can't hold it. Of course, there is a price to pay for this, and my current actions are very inconvenient.

I closed the zipper and pulled it down. I heard a creaking sound, and nothing moved at the door. I pulled Lala again and again, and I heard the sizzling of electricity coming from inside.

"Damn, I can't have just demolished it, right?" I said in my heart. This thing is going to break, so what about the next mission?

It's careless, it's really careless, I didn't expect this thing to be broken!

However, this is so easy to break...... It seems unlikely. Or rather, the redstone of this door is broken, so I should look in this hall again, there must be something missing.

I immediately started searching mode, and sure enough, I found a piece of redstone in a small lump.

Redstone, sure enough. I carefully disassembled the lever again, and the redstone that was wrapped around the lever.

After some searching, I found a fracture and filled in the redstone in my hand. When I pulled down the lever again, I only heard a click. The iron door was opened.

At the same time, a plain-looking young man with hairy hair, a jacket, and jeans staggered out. His skin is not the green of a zombie, but the wheat yellow of a normal person. But looking at his staggering walking posture, I don't dare to take it lightly.

Suddenly, the man looked up sharply, and I was startled. He has no pupils. The miserable white eyes looked a little crazy. No, he still has pupils, but the color of the pupils, which were originally normal black, is very, very light, and now it seems to be pale white.

He looked at me and rushed at me like a hungry tiger. This frightened me and I hurriedly retreated, but because I was wearing box armor, I was suddenly startled by him, and accidentally tripped and fell as I retreated.

The infected person had already rushed over, and I quickly picked up the one on the side and slapped the infected person in front of me.

It is estimated that this infected ordinary person will not change from an infected person to an ordinary human, so simply solve it. The plank in my hand waved, and I stood up with my strength.

The infected was repelled by me and rushed again. Judging from his state, it still hurt him a little just now.

I quickly got up and took a step back at the same time. Infected people are aware of pain, but because all the cells in their body are infected by the virus, their perception of pain is almost zero. He regained his strength and lunged at me.

I slapped him back with the plank again, and the plank in my hand finally made a slight "click" and a tiny crack appeared on it. I can tell that this random piece of wood will soon be scrapped.

The infected person was obviously stumbling after I called him, and I was ready to go up with a kick. But at the thought that I was still wearing the box armor, I gave up on that idea and immediately stepped back. I remember there was a sturdier plank in the back.

The infected hesitated for a moment, and when they saw me retreating, they hurriedly waved their claws and followed, and I immediately called out.

"Click!"

The plank in my hand was finally overwhelmed and turned into an "L" shape, one end in my hand and the other end hanging limply.

I turned and stepped back, and the infected's mobility was slowly sluggish during my attacks, so I guess my muscles were broken, right?

But I know the characteristics of zombies, as long as there is a breath, even if it is a broken arm or leg, it will pounce on you and you, this infected person is probably the same as a zombie. However, the flexibility of the infected is much higher than that of zombies.

The opposite of agility is strength, which is not as strong as two-thirds of the stage zombies due to the increased agility of the infected.

Although that's the case, if there are one or two more such infected, I estimate that my current three-dimensional attribute is 4 scum, and I will be explained here.

I ran forward a few meters and picked up the board that was obviously very hard, and of course I didn't waste the broken plank before, and smashed it in half and directly at the infected.

The throw was hastily thrown, and both planks were not hit. However, it caused problems for the infected.

When the infected rushed to me, I immediately spun 180° and slammed the wooden board in my hand into the infected's head.

If this one hits, the infected will definitely die!

I'm sure I used my strength to feed, but it just so happened that the infected instinctively tilted his head to avoid harm, which made me miss my head and hit the shoulder of the infected. A small portion of the plank was slapped on the shoulders of the infected, and the other large part was completely in the air. This time the infected did not retreat, but only shook his body, and then the hand I slapped seemed to be broken, and attacked me in a peculiar stiff position!

"Tear up!" I have enough confidence in my iron inner armor and paper box outer armor to not dodge or dodge.

The cardboard box was torn open in an instant, and as I lamented the sharpness of the infected claws, I picked up the wooden plank with both hands and attacked the infected person's head again.

Planks streak through the air and eventually slap on the infected's skull.

The display is dull for a second, and it's as if nothing happened. However, after this second, the insubject's head recessed directly into it, and the infected's other raised paw drooped weakly.

After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that the infected person did not move, I immediately unloaded the box and began to scavenge for loot.

This infected person may have been poor when he was alive, and in addition to being better dressed, he had 3 coins in his pocket with an amount of 100. Although this paper currency is harder than ordinary paper, it is really useless, and it is idle to go to the toilet to wipe your buttocks.

But just in case, I threw these three coins into the space, and they didn't take up much space anyway.

Naturally, I was not interested in the clothes worn by the dead, so I ignored them. Besides, there is a wardrobe in this house, and this set is indispensable.

(End of chapter)